from the top sideA Poem by MarkOn crumbling rock sitting disinterested in the question of a fall curious what the water would feel like going from here, to there. Despair. A place of balance with wind in your face where you must struggle to plunge, eyes wet with sting a heart enlarged and seeping NO, for another passing another sun, another moon jagged winged Pain with the crooked neck and stubble head is disappointed.
© 2013 MarkAuthor's Note
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